Trails Through Green Meadows, Rolling Hills by Alison Schrag
Alison Schrag believes that the first steps onto a meadow trail feel like easing into a calmer tempo. Grass brushes bootlaces, dew pearls the blades, and a low breeze carries the scent of clover and damp soil. Skylarks rise from the swale as if the land itself is breathing. Paths trace fence lines and creeklets, inviting an unhurried stride that suits the gentle relief of rolling hills. Hikers lift their gaze more often here, noticing a farmhouse in the distance, a stand of birch against a chalky sky, and the pale ribbon of a footpath curving toward a sunlit rise. The rhythm of green meadows sets a pace that quiets busy thoughts.